I want to grow a wild beard and let the hair grow out of my ears.

I want to become unkempt and old and strange.

I want to live in a house in the woods and have bears and deer for pets.

I want to read interesting books and write very short stories and ignore technology and forget about the ultra modern world and wear flannel pants.

I want to study culture of world’s past and have long, interesting, yet nonsensical conversations with other strange individuals over rum in a dimly lit backwoods bar.

When I retire, I want to lose it.

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